Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ Schwarz PWP Series ❯ Untitled ( Chapter 1 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

Warnings: PWP, lemon, brief mention of a mission prior to the start of the story.
Pairing: Schuldich x Farfarello
Author's Note: A short time ago, I posted a poll in my LiveJournal under friends only status in regards to wanting to write a PWP since Farf doesn't get near enough love in my opinion. When the results were tallied, Schu emerged as the winner. Hence, this story was born. Suggestions for a title are welcome as I'm coming up blank.

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Untitled by Ryoko 03
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The bricks were beginning to dig into Farfarello's back, but he really didn't mind. And while it might have been nice to get to the damned car first, he wasn't opposed to being shoved against the wall of a dark alley by his team mate and occasional lover.

That's just how Schuldich was sometimes after an assignment-horny and impatient. The fear of others was a natural aphrodisiac to the redhead and his white-haired partner often benefited from that fact. All in all, that was just another thing for the Irishman to appreciate about the older man.

A soft groan slipped past scarred lips as the older of the pair bit down hard on his neck suddenly, sending a sharp jolt of pain-laced pleasure straight to his groin. While he was damned good at blocking and ignoring pain for the most part, Farfarello was a bit of a masochist when it came to sex. Being naturally submissive in spite of his berserker tendencies, he enjoyed being dominated by those older and more powerful than himself.

Schuldich chuckled against his neck, swiping his tongue over the teeth marks before moving to nip at his team mate's ear. He caught both of the teenager's wrists with one hand and pressed them against the wall over their heads, his other hand sliding up under Farfarello's shirt to tease the pale skin there. He smiled slightly as long legs moved immediately to wrap around his waist, leaving him to bear their weight alone. Since Farfarello was so slight in spite of his lean muscle, it wasn't much of a burden for the German-born assassin.

Farfarello let his body fall limp, knowing through instinct and experience that Schuldich liked it when he gave up all control of the situation. Hell, honestly, they both enjoyed their submission/dominance games and the younger man was only too happy to let his lover do whatever his heart desired. His head fell back against the wall, a soft hiss escaping him as Schuldich ground their hips together. He squirmed slightly in the older man's grasp, not trying to free his wrists but merely conveying his eagerness to proceed.

The older man smirked a bit, enjoying the feel of his submissive partner pressing against him. If there was just one thing to love about Farfarello, it was his almost innocent acceptance of Schuldich's control of the situation, whether it be on a mission or in sexual matters. The telepath returned his attention to Farfarello's neck, biting lightly as he released the teen's wrists and moved both hands to the task of removing his lover's pants. He was more than a little pleased that the younger man only turned his hands slightly to press against the wall in a sign of continued submission.

Farfarello released his grip around Schuldich's waist only long enough for the older man to remove his pants and then his own; then used his legs to pull his team mate close again, his visible eye half-lidded and his head tilted to one side. He groaned again as the redhead bit into his neck again, this time hard enough to draw blood, while at the same time lifting his hips slightly. The teen hadn't really been paying too much attention to what his partner had been doing for a moment and nearly yelped in surprise as a pair of slick fingers were pressed into him.

Schuldich couldn't help but grin again at the teen's reaction, feeling the sleek body in his arms jump slightly at the unexpected touch. Generally he would just slam himself in hard and fast, but some days like now he tended to tease a bit before his control slipped. He curled his fingers a bit, brushing against the spot he knew would guarantee a reaction and was rewarded with a throaty moan from his lover. Pale arms slipped down from the wall and rested limply on his shoulders, soft gasps and groans from Farfarello spurring Schuldich to continue the rather gentle teasing for a moment or two more.

He groaned slightly as he pulled his fingers free, his cock jumping slightly at the whimper of disappointment that came from the Irish assassin. Schuldich wrapped his arms securely around the younger man's waist, canting his hips up and leaning in to press a kiss to the corner of Farfarello's mouth. He rolled his hips forward slightly, easily finding his lover's opening and sliding in with ease, rewarded with a long low moan from the teen pressed tightly to the wall. Farfarello turned his head a bit, lips meeting Schuldich's as they both paused in their movements for a moment.

When the white-haired man lightly bit his lip, Schuldich smirked and began to move, sliding in and out of his lover's tight channel, striking against Farfarello's core with each movement. He felt more than heard the younger man's moans against his mouth, the sounds swallowed before they could be given voice. Farfarello shifted his hips slightly, both his eyes sliding shut as the new angle allowed his lover to penetrate him deeper. His head fell back, a strangled cry of pleasure slipping past his lips as Schuldich adjusted his hold and began to move faster.

Wrapping one arm securely around Farfarello's waist, Schuldich pressed his other hand against the wall to maintain his balance as he fucked his young lover, eating up the cries and half-screams he was drawing from full lips. He leaned in to press his lips against the teen's ear, murmuring endearments and encouragement in German, not knowing if Farfarello could understand him or not yet knowing that the sound of his voice was often enough to push the Irishman to his limits.

He wasn't disappointed; the teenager's fingers dug into Schuldich's arms as a choked cry slipped past his lips, entire body quivering as climax swept over him. Feeling the tight channel become even tighter as well as the warm rush of fluid striking his stomach was too much for the redhead, and with a few more harsh thrusts he spilled his passion deep within the recesses of Farfarello's body.

For a few minutes the only sound between the two was the harsh sounds of two men trying to catch their breath; then with a final soft kiss Schuldich pulled out of his lover, steadying Farfarello as he leaned against the wall for a moment before moving to locate their discarded pants.

"Schuldich?"

"Ja?"

"...nothing. Crawford's going to kill us for being late."

"Eh, he'll live. And for the record, we aren't done for the night."

A small shy smile flitted over Farfarello's lips as he glanced away. Schuldich smirked and wrapped an arm around his lover's waist, already thinking about what he was going to do with the younger man once they returned to their room... and their toys.

Owari

Yep, no plot, no real point, and an opening for another fic in the future if I get the urge to pair these two up again for a little sex.